My golf swing is a bit like ironing a shirt. You get one side smoothed out, turn it over and there is a big wrinkle on the other side. Then you iron that one out, turn it over and there is yet another wrinkle.
All the problems of the world could be settled easily if men were only willing to think.
Muirfield without a wind is like a lady undressed. No challenge.
Sometimes thinking too much can destroy your momentum.
The person I fear most in the last two rounds is myself.
Having played the Old Course many times since my first visit in 1981, I am now of the opinion it is one of the best and most beautiful tests of links golf anywhere in the world.